The years of the Primordial World went unrecorded!
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
For a hundred years, the Primordial World had been unusually peaceful.
Even the Witch and Demon Clans, who had fought for tens of thousands of years, had chosen to call a truce.
This plunged the entire Primordial World into an eerie stillness, as though everything were waiting for something.
Buzhou Mountain!
The tribulation clouds still stretched for a hundred thousand li.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, lightning flashed and thunder roared!
Purple Heaven Divine Thunder continued to rain down, each strike faster than the last.
But things were different from a hundred years ago.
Xuanyuan lounged comfortably in his Enlightenment Chair, a relaxed smile on his lips. He yawned at his leisure, as content as if he were floating among the clouds.
During the first ten years of enduring the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder head-on, even with his "Ancestor Witch body," he had struggled somewhat.
But as time passed, the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder continuously tempered his body, making it stronger and stronger.
On top of that, his understanding of the Lightning Law kept deepening.
Even as the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder grew more powerful, it did less and less damage to him.
Especially during the last twenty years, when his comprehension of the Lightning Law had reached 99.
He was just one step away from reaching one hundred.
The standard required to Prove Dao by Law.
The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder could no longer harm him at all.
So the main force fighting it had shifted to the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Nuwa, Fuxi, and the others.
Xuanyuan simply brought out his Enlightenment Chair and reclined in it, occasionally chuckling as he teased, "Brother Zhurong, if you can't take it, just give up.